Bloodborne Saw Cleaver Build の小説・ストーリー

"Is there anything special about this technique?" "That's the Trevors' Blood Mystical Technique. Once the blood saber has been formed by fresh blood, the blade will contain Slayer's Energy. It's capable of corrupting an enemy's Slayer's Energy in battle by slicing them with the blade. It'll gradually weaken them, and once the enemy is killed by the blood saber, it'll consume the enemy's cultivation."

"500 Nurses and it will be yours." Damn that's quite expensive! Good thing I have no reason to buy it. I'm not a fan pf swords because even though they look light but actually they are heavy, and me without proper muscles nor training. It might be the one to kill me rather than my enemy. I just shook my head and listened to the lady's introduction of the second weapon. "Meat Cleaver, which has a very good mechanical structure. It can be modified, making it easy to carry. It is a combat weapon, made by a unique craftsman. It is rare to see, and costs 25 Nars."

she replied leaving me to the guards. She sashayed out of the dampnes sof our work space after giving the guards their marching orders. They were given strict orders to leave me unharmed during the many months it took for me to build this weapon. It required the family crest of Donyale at the tip of the heavy iron. The ridges that bind were heavy to hold, but light enough to strike down the enemy. I was made to install mercury in the tip. I was careful not to touch it. Mercury could be deadly to most werewolves. The spear stood at least six-foot tall on its own.

When they charge, the ground registers the impact. I count nine visible from the quarry's rim. The System activates immediately. --- ✦ BONUS MISSION — ACTIVATED ✦ "First Blood" Description: Survive combat with a minimum of five Stone-Jaw Boars simultaneously. No running allowed after engagement begins. Reward: Body Tempering Level 6. Combat instinct ability "Threat Reading Lv.1" unlocked. Iron River Scripture Advanced Form fragment. Failure Condition: Severe injuries. The System will be very disappointed. This is worse than it sounds.

He took Damian’s hand and pulled him up. "But you still leave your left side open," Damian noted, tapping Leo’s ribs. "I'm working on it," Leo smiled. THE ARMORY We geared up. The Sanctuary Guard wasn't a ragtag militia anymore. Thanks to Seraphina’s funding and Ironclaw’s logistics, they were a modern army. Matte black armor woven with carbon nanotubes and silver thread. Assault rifles modified to fire depleted uranium rounds (for armor piercing) and hollow points filled with wolfsbane (for rogues). But for the Hollow Men, we needed something else. "Bone," Silas said, walking into the armory with a crate. "If they are anti-magic, metal might conduct their Null field. We go primitive." He op

“No soul. My blood, a bond to your forge. Give me the blade.” The guardian’s eyes flare, its form rippling, light and shadow in discord. “A bond binds both ways, Convergence. Your taint will call the enemy.” I nod, pricking my palm, silver blood dripping onto the forge’s heart. The runes blaze, a vault splitting open, revealing the blade—its hilt carved with lunar runes, its edge humming with Veil-destroying power. I seize it, its weight alive, singing of ancient wars, but the forge’s runes pulse, binding me, amplifying the shadow-taint. Voren’s relic hums in the distance, a thunderous echo from my visions, seeking me. The guardian fades, its voice a whisper: “Only the untainted may wield it

He saw the honor in it as well as the pride. With a small shake of my head, I got inside the sleeping bag and rested my head on the pack. My special knife was right beside me. It was made of copper and mercury with pieces of silver imbedded in the blade. This knife was dangerous to other vampires, but I had immunity to it because it was created and blessed by a powerful witch. It would not hurt anyone who was descended from the Precoza line.

"They need the blood that built the frequency." I don't use my claws to cut my skin this time. I drive my right palm straight down onto a jagged, broken shard of glass from the terminal's cracked display casing. The sharp edge slices deep into my flesh, and a violent, thick current of radioactive amethyst blood splatters directly across the optical scanner interface.

Calmly, I took a dagger, casually touching the sharp tip of the blade with my tongue. It was old, dark, made from bronze back during Alethar’s time. The forging style was called Raven’s Claws. It was not poisoned. Sharp steel easily punctured my wrist, and dark, almost black drops of blood fell onto the white plate. This was the focus which powered the blood magic, but it had to be royal blood, given freely.

Sean couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from the spectacle as the woman's screams of pain turned into howls. *** Liv screamed in fear and pain as her body contorted. Bones snapped and muscles tore. She didn't know what was happening to her. Surely, she would die soon – in this dark tunnel without Brodi ever knowing what happened to her. The tips of her fingers felt like knives were pushing through the tips and when she looked, she saw claws and paws instead of fingernails and hands. She didn't have long to contemplate this revelation, however, before she was writhing in pain again. Would it never stop?